The Were CEO's Secret

Forty-Six Not My Day.

The man slipped again but didn't let himself fall and sprang up to a wall, catching the wall and trying to lift himself.

Johnson cornered to where he was at but before he'd hold the man's leg, the man successfully jumped.

He felt his wolf, Zeke, forcing to shift but he knew it wasn't for the best. He'd end up killing the man and won't get answer to his questions.

He was almost doubting it was Nathan, but he knew he'd have a good explanation when he catches him.

He went the other way and chased after the man. The man wasn't very fast, but he moved and swerved a lot, making Johnson lose concentration when trying to grab him.

He cornered to a street having lots of people and Johnson slowed his chase. He knew the place. Lot's of paid assassins come there.

It was the home of criminals and drug lords. The Changsam brothel. For the man to run here, he must have been sent by someone here.

Johnson slowly marched to the brothel. Half naked ladies danced and giggled in front of old men with long beards, young boys were few.

He crossed them and one of the girls attempted to touch him but he glared at her. She still went for him grabbing his butt, giggling.

They were usually under drugs and didn't know what they did till it wore off. He didn't blame them much. It was for the money.

Just then he caught sight of the silhouette of a man, behind the transparent pink curtains some ladies were in.

Johnson became confused. The man he chased had gone ahead, how was he at his right now? He went into the ladies room but didn't find anyone.

Suddenly he was pulled down, he nearly clawed at whoever before realizing it was one of the ladies. She dragged him to a bed.

"I don't have time for this." He politely told her and left her chambers. The man was gone.

One moment he was in front of him, the next at his side and the next disappeared. He was truly a Ninja, a product of Tuxedo Ninjas.

He walked back to the woman to ask if she saw his face but remembered she was under drug influence. She wouldn't even know herself.

He felt a sting on his legs and his checked to see a small needle prickled on him. He watched his environment and noticed a man running away. He chased immediately.

The women and some customers yelped and moved away as another hot chase had started again but soon it ended again.

Johnson watched around him. Where had the man gone? He was driving him crazy. Was his aim to drive him crazy?

He was currently standing in a room filled with petal perfume and pink curtains. The man was surely teasing him.

"Wait and see bastard! I'd get you!" he shouted to the room and stormed out. He was at Changsam so he can ask assassins to kill him.

"Johnson! So you got another job for me?" A round man, sat up when Johnson barged into his office.

Three naked woman were lying around him, leaking from their under them.

Johnson rubbed his temples, looking away from them. "Did you get a job for a man wearing a tuxedo Jacket?"

"Tux... a member of the Tuxedo Ninjas, you mean?" the man wore his shirt.

Johnson nodded.

"Ahh, no, where'd I get such honorable men to work for me?" He laughed. "You worked there, they don't accept job offers from crooks like me." "Okay, I have an offer for you. I don't have his picture but the man had hurt Cherry. He wears the uniform so bring him alive to me. $700." The man made a small jump. "Done. That's why I like business with you. Erm... can I offer you something to drink?"

"No, thank you." Johnson bangs the door as he walked out. He felt restless, how could that man slip through his hands? Today wasn't his day. He noticed a lady looking at him, he met her gaze to intimidate her but she kept on staring.

"I am a fortune teller, Alpha. I am not a brothel girl." She smiled.

Johnson rolled his eyes. She may be some rogue to have called him Alpha. There was a low against killed rogues. They had 'free-will'.

"I don't need either." He tried walking away.

"His name is Jarma. The man you seek. He comes here from time to time to buy mashi from me for his knives. He's really handsome."

Johnson turned to her. "Mashi?" The woman nodded, slyly, walking back into her small room. Johnson followed her.

Mashi was a drug used by werewolf hunters but Tuxedo ninjas were banned from using it. When applied on a weapon and caused am injury, the injury took very long to heal.

It explained why Cherry wasn't healing as fast as she should. Also, if it was Nathan, why would he call himself Jarma?

He brought out $100. "I need your services. I want to know more about this Jarma."

The woman smirked. "I tell fortunes only. I'm not wise enough to know. Also, he's my customer."

Johnson balled his fists. Why's she being difficult? If she could 'tell' how desperate he was, she'd cut him her crap.

"$300 then. I need more than his name."

The lady laughed. "Don't you get it? I know nothing else about him. He's only my customer. Alpha, you seem desperate. I don't see this ending well for you."

Johnson sighed. "Well, then, thank you for your time." He put back his money and walked away. Why did he even waste time in this brothel? Everyone there were crazy.

He reread the text his lead warrior had sent him the other night. The address of the doctor.

He should at least catch the doctor and ask him what Nathan actually is, it'd be a good way to know what he's dealing with.

"Hello, I want to speak with Doctor Dan, please."

No one came to the door. Five minutes later Johnson heard the back door open. He ran there immediately and saw the doctor almost escaping.

"Argghh! What do you want from me? Please leave me alone?" the doctor ran back inside. Johnson tilted his head.

He hadn't spoken on what he came for but the man was already being scared and conscious, it only meant the man knew exactly what Nathan was and had been expecting his visit.

He broke the weak backdoor open with his legs. "Doctor, I'd leave you immediately you answer my questions. You don't need to fear."

He heard his feet scrambling and running up stairs then another door closed. He sighed. The man should spare him the time.

"Doctor, you're wasting both our time."

He opened the next door and couldn't find the man, only clothes lying around. Before he could turn back, the door closed and locked him in.

"Doctor!" Johnson slammed at the door. It was an iron door but when he slapped it, he felt had a little bit of silver in it. Like silver had been recently poured over it.

The other door was purely silver and he didn't even dare go close. Did he just fall into a trap?